Experiment 8
mirror
mirror
I draw patterns on your face -
a twisted smile; I know and you
also know, the smile is of love.
My finger creates
destroys
builds
but never constructs or destructs
completely,
for I can add or take away.
sordidly beautiful
or
sensually ugly.
I create.
The pencil-finger rushes faster,
madly destroying creating building censuring
sensualising
this no this but not ...
I Draw Patterns On My Face, Also.